Novels by Nala

The tension between them reached its peak as Adrian's commanding movements and forceful touch collided with Victor's tender and attentive caresses. Elena couldn't help but gasp as she felt the overwhelming rush of desire consuming her. As Adrian took charge, his hands explored every curve of her body with intent. He bent her further as he thrust harder. Victor's length sprang up and roared with desire. As Elena moaned and gasped mouth agape, he shoved his hardness into it. Gagged and choked, Elena's head burped up and down as she slurped his dick in and out of her mouth. Her body moves in sync with Adrian's pace as he thrusts in and out of her slippery wet depths. Elena felt herself surrendering to the raw intensity of his desire. She responded to both men in a way that surprised even herself. The contrast between Adrian's commanding presence and Victor's gentle care, fueled her desire like never before. Their bodies moved in rhythmic intensity, as the climax of their enc

The door clicked shut behind them with a softness that didn’t match the storm inside each of their chests.Elena stood in the dim room, breathing unevenly, her heartbeat loud enough that she wondered if they could hear it too.Victor remained near the door, as if crossing the room meant crossing a line he could never return from.Adrian stood closer to her. Too close. His presence a gravity she felt in her bones.She swallowed hard.“What… what are we doing?” she whispered, though she already knew the answer forming between them like a charged current.Neither man spoke.The silence was thick, trembling, waiting for someone to break.Elena hesitated, her hands shaking slightly. Every part of her screamed to step back, to breathe, to think.But another part, one buried deep and long ignored, leaned forward instead.She had never felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So seen.Her breath caught as Adrian’s fingers barely brushed her wrist.It wasn’t even a touch, just a suggestion of one but h

His eyes lifted, sharp and steady. “About what happened that night.” Adrian inhaled slowly, as though bracing himself. Victor stepped closer. “And about what’s happening now.” The tension in the air was thick enough to taste. Before either could speak again.. The beeping sound of the door unlocking, startled them both. Both men froze. The doors slid open. And Elena stepped out, Looking pale, Looking startled. Looking like she had been crying. And looking at both of them as if she had just walked into the center of a storm she wasn’t prepared to face. Her eyes were rimmed with a faint redness, mascara smudged in a way that betrayed either tears or exhaustion or both. The sight of the two men standing only a few feet apart made her stop cold. Victor turned first, eyes cutting toward her with something unreadable; part accusation, part relief, part ache. Adrian turned slower, his expression tightening almost as though he had already anticipated this moment since the secon

It had been one full month since Adrian walked out of the mansion with nothing but his car keys, a duffel bag, and a storm of shame shadowing every step. He hadn’t gone back since. Not once. Not even to retrieve the coat he left on the living room chair the night everything detonated like a grenade in the heart of Victor’s carefully controlled world. Since then, he had lived almost silently inside a glass-walled hotel suite that overlooked the city, far above the noise, yet carrying a noise of his own. Only business meetings made their paths crossed if unavoidable. And that was it. Victor, meanwhile, had gone in the opposite direction. He drowned himself in work. Projects. Meetings. Site inspections. Late-night research. Bidding documents. Investor calls. More work. More distractions. More distance. His colleagues began to whisper that he slept in his office. Elena, when she called, was met with a polite apology or a quick “I’ll call you back.” And he never did.

Shattered.. The Hale mansion had been unusually quiet all week; quiet in a way that made every room feel too large, every hallway too hollow, and every whispered thought too loud. A week had passed since the investors’ dinner. A week since Victor stumbled home drunk with Adrian in tow. A week since Elena crossed the point of no return, letting herself fall into a darkness she had spent years trying to avoid. A week since she let Adrian touch her, claim her, carve himself into her memory in ways she could not erase, even if she wanted to. And now that the flames had cooled into embers, she was left with something far heavier, guilt that lived beneath her ribs like a bruise. Elena had never been more conscious of her husband’s presence, of his mannerisms, of the exhaustion that clung to him. Every time he walked past her, she felt a quiet ache of shame. Every time he kissed her cheek distractedly, she felt the weight of her betrayal pressing harder into her bones. But Adrian…. A

It took all nerves in him to resist the urge to shove his thick and still hard dick inside her folds which peeked perfectly in between her thighs as she lay curled on the floor.Adrian lifted her with effortless strength, the warmth of his hands tether to reality and desire all at once. The tub became their stage. He helped wash her of the sweat, while teasing her with his fingers circling her nipples, her clit and lips.Though she was all drained, her core responded to his every touch. When he carried her back to the bedroom, the air felt electric. Victor’s snores from down the hall were a strange contrast to the storm of sensation between them, he was there in body but utterly absent in the moment, and that knowledge made every brush of skin, every low murmur, every stolen glance sharper, more dangerous.Adrian moved with deliberate, intoxicating intensity. Elena’s breath caught with each subtle shift, the heat radiating off him impossible to ignore. He placed her gently on the b

The car slowed to a stop before a grand building, its exterior glowing with neon lights that splashed across the night like fire. Music throbbed from within, loud enough to make Naomi’s chest vibrate even before Nick parked. She pressed her palms against her knees, her heart racing faster than the beat of the bass.“This is it,” Nick said with a grin as he slipped out of the car, circling to open her door. “Come on, baby. Trust me.”Naomi hesitated. Every sermon her mother had ever preached rang in her ears—warnings about “godless places,” about losing herself, about how girls who wandered off the righteous path always paid dearly for it. And yet, the sight of Nick’s hand stretched out for hers made her chest ache. She took it.Inside was worse—or better. Naomi couldn’t decide. The music swallowed her whole, drowning her thoughts. Bright strobe lights cut across the dance floor, catching on sweat-slick bodies pressed together, moving in wild abandon. Women in dresses so short her moth

Naomi lay awake in bed long after everyone had gone to sleep. Her room was quiet yet her heart would not settle. The words Nick had whispered in her ear at church, the promise of a surprise if she sneaked out to meet him under the old tree kept circling in her mind.At first, she told herself she wouldn’t do it, it was too dangerous, too shameful. Her father trusted her completely and her mother Lydia always said that a girl’s honor was her crown. Sneaking out at night went against everything she had been raised to believe. But then she thought of Nick’s face the way his voice softened when he called her “his girl,” and her chest tightened with longing.She rolled on her side staring at the wall. “Just one night,” she whispered to herself. “I will only see him for a little while.”The decision felt like it was pulling her apart. Guilt gnawed at her stomach but her love or what she believed was love burned hotter than her fear.Slowly, she rose from her bed the cool floor chilled her b

The church bell rang loudly that Sunday morning, calling everyone to gather. Naomi walked slowly beside her parents. She felt heavy inside, her thoughts circling what Nick had told her, and William’s face when she had rejected him. She tried to shake it off, but the uneasiness followed her into the church.The service hall was already full. The elite women sat in the front rows, their colorful hats and matching wrappers shining under the light. Their whispers floated like sharp knives through the air, little giggles hidden behind their palms. Naomi knew who they were talking about.Her father, Pastor George, was not present that day. He had traveled to a minister’s retreat. That absence made the air in the hall strange, as if authority had shifted somewhere else.When the choir finished singing, a small stir rose near the altar. William walked forward. His steps were slow, his shoulders stiff. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, his face pale.Right behind him was Camille Stevenson,

The house of the Stevenson family was a mansion that seemed to breathe power, tall marble pillars framed the entrance, shining floors reflected the silver chandeliers, and every corner spoke of wealth. Yet for William, it was not home. He lived here, yes, but never felt like he belonged.He often hid in his music room on the east wing of the house. It was the only place where he felt free, the piano waited for him with open arms, the guitar leaned quietly in the corner, and the violin lay in its velvet case, waiting for his hands to bring it alive, music was where his pain turned into something beautiful.That evening his fingers moved over the piano keys filling the room with a soft melody. It was not a happy tune, It was the sound of loneliness, a boy’s cry dressed in notes.Suddenly, the door burst open.William flinched as his fingers slipped on the keys, he looked up quickly, his stepmother, Camille Stevenson, stood there with her face twisted in rage. She held her phone tightly

Sunday morning came heavy with warmth and light, bells rang across the church compound as families arrived in their best clothes. Naomi walked beside her mother, her Bible pressed against her chest. She tried to look calm, but inside her heart beat fast. She knew Williams would be around and after the promise she gave Nick she was determined not to speak to him again.The church was already buzzing when they entered. Ushers welcomed them, the choir rehearsed one last hymn, and children ran down the aisle before their parents hushed them. Naomi hurried to her section head bent not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.But it didn’t take long.Williams spotted her from the other side of the hall, his eyes lit up the way they always did when he saw her, and before Naomi could pretend not to notice he came closer, holding a small folded note in his hand.“Naomi,” he whispered gently slipping the paper onto her hymnbook.Her throat tightened, She didn’t want to draw attention, so she ke

Choir rehearsal was supposed to be about hymns and harmonies but Naomi couldn’t focus on a single note. The moment she walked into the church hall her eyes found Nick. He leaned casually against the back wall talking with two choir girls, his smile slow and easy yet his eyes were on Naomi the entire time. Her stomach twisted after the park, after seeing him with those girls, she had promised herself she wouldn’t let his presence shake her. But one glance from him and her resolve melted. When rehearsal ended, Naomi tried to slip away quietly but before she could step out of the hall a strong hand closed around her wrist. “Naomi,” Nick’s voice was low, tight with emotion. “We need to talk.” “Nick, please I need to get home,” she whispered, glancing at the others still packing their things. “I don’t care,” he said, his grip firm. “We need to talk.” The intensity in his tone froze her feet and she let him lead her out of the hall and into one of the narrow side corridors, away from